Tyrant Twins (Tyrant Dynasty 1)

"You ever touch what I touched first again," Kade speaks up calmly. "You're fucking dead. Got that, Parker?"

"Ask her which one of us she enjoyed more." I smirk at him. "Come over here, Kara. Tell brother dearest which one your favorite dick was."

"Fuck you, you little piece of shit." Kade swings, but before his fist can hit me, he pulls himself back. "You're not worth this."

"Just like fucking always. Too much of a goddamn pansy to handle me." I spit at him. He's so shocked he just stares me down. "Until you learn how to please one of your one-night-stand bitches, I'll be the one giving them what they really want." I grab my crotch and smirk at the blonde. "You know where to find me when you want to taste the better seed."

Ignoring the fact that I'm not wearing a shirt, I shrug on Kade's leather jacket and pull out a cigarette from the box in his pocket. I light it and wink at the crestfallen trio before walking out and slamming the front door in their faces.

4

Kade

"Get your clothes and get the fuck out of my place."

"Kade, I..."

"Spare me the bullshit." I point at the door, glancing at her with disgust as she attempts to wipe her cheating lips. "By the way, your boyfriend? Met him out tonight. Nice guy. Sorry about the fucking shiner I put on him. Neither of us knew what a cheating little whore his girlfriend is."

"Fuck you, Kade." She flushes deeply, for some reason thrusting Parker's shirt into my hands before storming out the door. If it keeps getting slammed so much, we're going to end up fucking breaking it.

"So," I sigh, nodding at the blonde. "Too much crazy for you? Or are you brave enough to stay?"

Her horrified expression tells me everything I need to know. And again, the door slams. This time, I wince in tune with it. Once the blonde whose name I've already forgotten is gone, I open the fridge and pull out a bottle of vodka. Fuck tonight, fuck June, and fuck Parker. Since my brother chased off my pocket pussy, I'm going to have to make do with a bottle of Smirnoff tonight.

I settle on the couch and take deep gulps of the burning liquid. My thoughts are swimming, but the booze dulls them and numbs the pain in my chest. The TV blares at me, but I'm not following. My mind is somewhere else.

I can't bring myself to think about Parker, so I focus on her instead.

June. Pretty, innocent little June Wildfox.

Fucking bunch of bullshit.

June Wildfox is nothing but a thief.

She didn’t do it intentionally. She didn’t ask to inherit all that money, money that should have rightfully belonged to all of us—me, Parker, and her. But she got it all anyway.

Our mother died in a tragic car accident months after we were born. We never mourned her because we were too young when she passed. And our father did his best so we wouldn't miss her. He was a good man, and he gave us everything he could. We never wanted for much. The small things we wished for as kids were always given, bought for us. I knew Dad had big dreams, but he never had time for it with both of us on his hands.

Then he met her. Rachel Wildfox was beautiful, younger than him, and a single mother.

They hid it from us for a long time, only telling the two of us when we were ten years old. My dad sat us down and told us we would soon meet a nice lady and her little girl, who was six at the time. We were hesitant, but as soon as Rachel and June walked through our door, everything was forgotten, and an instant friendship was born.

From then on, us kids would beg to be together as much as possible. Our parents didn’t mind at all because it gave them an excuse to be together.

It was a good childhood. We loved each other, and our parents treated us all the same even though we weren’t related by blood.

And because there were two of them raising us, they had more time to talk about their ambitions. My father was a coder like me, and he had some ideas that were way ahead of his time. Rachel proved to be irreplaceable when it came to marketing my father’s ideas.

And so, it happened that they built a small company, right out of my dad’s garage in our house. And then that company exploded overnight.

Suddenly, we were moving into a bigger house, getting better cars, and hiring housekeepers. We moved to a beautiful building in a rich neighborhood. Our family flourished.

I always thought of June as a sister. At least until the day when everything changed… But up until then, June Wildfox was just a silly kid with a gap between her teeth and muddy knees. She was closest to Parker, though—they were inseparable. I guess we were close too, but it was never like her relationship with my brother. We didn’t do stuff together or make plans with just the two of us. And there was always something there... Something underlying between us, a dark spark that I rarely acknowledged. It made me push June away more than I cared to admit.